Ironic Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

Confused(apparently)

but it'll be okay....

time will pass and we will forget our failures

sell our investments in insecurities

Alone

Her lips give gifts of affection

a recollection(of sorts)

b'cuz technically we never met

never kiss'd

never did nor will

so chill....

icecold baby iceMotherFluck'ncold

have no heart until you have no goals

taught myself into this perception

all i have r these recollections

and this Love i find in her

ironic.